Finite HeadLights

Loves dew, larks amidst moist, morning meadow bounds.

Hear thy, morning calm call, coo soft spring dove sounds.

Oh dance, oh heart of mine, adrift heartfelt music rebounds.

Flutters thy beats, alight promenade, serenade playgrounds.

Fiddle thee, thy country tune, adrift songbird, feathered leaves.

Where warm, balm breezes, arise sunshine warmth, verse weaves.

Poet Tree Wills, do orchestrate, thy concerto esplanade, terse to conceive,

Amid each branch being attuned, to fragrant bud blossoms interweave.

Interwoven nature melody, blesses fertile earth, amidst heaven’s harmonics.

Fly free, oh dew fly free, alight butterfly breezes, prancing pure harmony.

Oh God, hear thy angels sing loud, amongst Thy winds tranquil cyan bionics.

Wherein each pore, life does grace thee, in living lush, smiling tears of verdancy.

Take root, thy poet. Root thee veins, onto dye deep words; do burrow – delight bright.

Thy fingers, dew inflame, thy soul, to seed forth, thy words; do furrow - insight write.

Illumination, thy surrounding Will - germinate the width length depth – might tight.

Dimension thy layers of rhyme, time traverse, amid compost compositions – Finite HeadLights.